The Rising Hopes

(a joint venture by Anisha Dutta and Jayeeta Ghosh on War & Peace)

No option....but tension!

Too many options, and confusion,

Bangs head;

 Be busy in leisure,

And pick up your pleasure,

 Feel filled up and fall dead.

 Choked up in frustration, 

Tears of desperation, 

Lost in thy mirages---

Perplexed as they surface!

 Why so torn and teary?

The sky so deep,

The shooting stars glitter,

Allow yourself to breathe,

They look so bright and fiery,

Approaching slowly hither.

 When ambition outshines emotion, 

Stars laugh in unison

...and when the sun rises in the horizon, 

I search for my destination

 Through a plethora of lanes, 

And torn I stand, 

amidst the world or gems...

Or what my heart craves?

Destination meets despair,

All unknown and bare,

Un-torn withered care

My consolidated emotions;

 My heart, it craves for love,

Amidst the land of pains,

The pain that gives pleasure---

Plattered my emotions untamed.

 When love meets in full adorn,

The seeds of ambition blossom,

Planted in depth within

...and the war beneath:

 “War – war” everywhere,

The death that drools as they swear,

Come let us join hands

To flush and drain out despair.

The grey it hinds, backdrop behind,

Rainbow hues, monsoon blows.

 Let’s come together

Put hopes behind bliss,

Wonder at the glitter

Of those shimmers that yonder.

(c) Anisha Dutta & Jayeeta Ghosh

My Reason to be Happy

The night is so dark, my dreams that embark,

I love to laugh, my heart allows,

I sipped and drank milk, gowned in red silk,

I caressed my hair and wallowed.

I tossed and reposed, my heart that proposed,

I engrossed my happy moods,

The end of the day, looked full and so gay,

The birds left for home and broods.

I missed and so kissed, my heart felt so blessed,

The list of my fun endless,

Peeping through flicks, or taking new clicks,

Reflects the mood on my face.

I sit on the chair, blushing and fair,

Thinking of you and me,

Dreaming my dreams, with you it so seems,

I live a life full of blue sea.

I play my guitar, starring a star,

Limelight as though on me,

Cooking good food, fancy imbued,

Such small things can make me happy.

I looked at the sky, the stars winked by,
The bliss of the night's upon,
I smiled in my heart, that no one can hurt,
The moon shone the night, she frowned.
I wish me goodnight, and let me sleep tight,
And dream a sweet dream ever,
The dark and despair, vanish to fair,
Promise, you’ll forget me never.

You leave or love me, or set me carefree,

I still will sail ahead and live,

Nothing gets stopped, nor even is cropped,

Life moves on that I believe.

My Tossing Dreams

I woke up when the crimson streaks in the sky still looked so lazy,

The night seemed fading, the dawn felt drowsy;

My dreams --- I disappointed ‘him’, still tossing in my brain,

The bed still untamed with emotions, scattered senses censored burden.

My dreams still in lust with me, kissing my lips, leaping my heart,

I made love with ‘him’, transmitting hormones, just could not stay apart.

I’s dreaming castles in the air, kissing my emotions and ecstasy

I was building up my lost desires, adoring my occult fantasy.

The clamour and the commotion that perturbed the vents of my vein,

That sucked my faculty emoted, and left me numb in sweet pain.

My eyes with ado of dreams I lost,

I sat up in silence, the dreams, ‘he’ still tossed.